When i was still back home, my dad would usually wait up on me (or any of my siblings) everytime I (or we) come home late. His first question would be 'Are you hungry?'. I always am hungry so obviously my answer would be a yes. In just a few minutes he'd then be able to cook something with whatever he has in his kitchen. He'd then stay with me just so I won't be alone while I eat. So while the city sleeps, we'd be up eating and chatting for hours about anything under the moon.

I miss that. :)

But come to think of it, I should be blaming my dad for my huge appetite and unreasonable hunger pangs!

(posted in FB on Jul 7, 2010)